I love this analogy. But jumping out of a perfectly good airplane . . . . .
It had been on my bucket list for years. I didn’t want to do it alone, so I kept putting it off. Made excuses. Didn’t want to spend the money.
Dear friends gave me a gift certificate for my birthday.
I got to go skydiving.
I have no idea why the idea of jumping from a plane at 15,000 feet was enticing. Almost three miles up with no place to go but down. The money was paid; the date was booked.
I was committed.
John managed to be out of town for the big jump. He’d told our youngest that it was her responsibility to clean up the mess if I 
splatted. And inform next of kin.
We headed to the coast early Sunday morning. We picked up Heather and the three oldest grands–I told them they could go fishing while they waited, and headed to my rendezvous with a…
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